"Out!"

　　 Wutong, Wuming shouted out.

　　 The closed door of the Zen room opened, and Fang Xuan walked out.

　　Mao Bai's spirit was shocked, he was relieved, it was time to go back, and finally he was about to leave this terrible place.

　　 Fangxuan walked out of the Buddhist room.

　　 The ancient Zen gate slowly closed in Fang Xuan's hands.

　　 The view inside the door became narrow in his eyes. The view in the room was as usual. The statue of King Fudo Ming, the four statues of Arhats, and Ninghe Buddhist room were watching the door.

　　 There is also the quiet old man sitting in front of the Buddha.

　　 squeak...

　　 The voice that represents the years is reflected on the door.

"Take care of yourself."

　　 Fang Xuan said calmly, and nodded to the insider.

　　 At the last moment, there was only a gap between the two doors, Fang Xuan said this sentence.

　　 The door closed with a click.

　　 Fang Xuan turned around, and three people and a cat came in front of him.

　　 "Let's go back." Mao Bai said.

　　 At this time, Huijue also spoke.

　　He put his hands together and bowed to Fang Xuan respectfully, "Fang donor, what do you want?"

　　 Hearing this sentence, the cat was stunned.

"Forehead……"

　　 The corners of the cat's white mouth twitch.

　　 A sense of uncertainty swept through the body.

　　 "Take out all the spiritual sources of the White Horse Temple, and the Buddha's pen." Fang Xuan's calm voice sounded.

　　 Huijue nodded.

　　 He turned around and went to do it.

　　As early as when he left, he heard the abbot's order to obey Fang Xuan's words unconditionally.

　　 This made them very puzzled, but they didn't ask much, just wanted to ask, and the abbot was not talking.

　　 Maobai rubbed his head desperately, and screamed, "Ah!"

　　 It rolled all over the floor.

　　 then jumped up and looked at Fang Xuan.

　　 "Fang Xuan, don't you plan to leave right away?"

　　 "I'm going to stay for a few days." Fang Xuan smiled.

　　 Mao Bai rolled his eyes and fainted.

　　 It's a Buddha.

　　 This person will drill wherever he is really dangerous.

　　 "Then I'll go back first." Mao Bai did not hold his mouth, with an ugly face, stood up like a human, and walked away angrily.

　　 Cat someone does not want to die.

　　 Wutong and Wuming look at each other on the other side.

　　 They scratched their heads, looking blank.

　　 What did you post?

　　 "Donor Fang, what did you say to the abbot?"

　　 Goming smirked, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

　　Wu Ming didn't dare to ask other people, but Fang Xuan seemed to get along well. His child had a heart attack and couldn't help it.

"nothing."

　　 Fang Xuan smiled.

　　 He did not say what he said, and stepped out of the tower.

　　 chuckled to himself in his heart.

　　 He agreed to Ji Chen's request. There was no other reason, but because he was alone and was able to help, he helped Ji Chen.

　　 Maybe, because this person is Jichen.

　　 Five thousand years of dedication.

　　 Fang Xuan felt that it shouldn't be a bubble at the last moment.

　　Time is losing.

　　 White Horse Temple is business as usual, but if you look closely, you will find it.

　　 Behind this calm is a depression, a sadness, and an unspeakable heavy emotion.

　　 On the day Fang Xuan arrived, another day passed.

　　 In two days, some young monks in the White Horse Temple found uncles and ancestors who were usually missing, and the older generation of monks were walking around.

　　 They were engraving the Daowen, moving the ritual instruments and placing them in some places. Someone was hitting the wooden fish and reciting the Buddhist scriptures every day and night.

　　 The whole temple monks are busy.

　　 The only constant is that the abbot is in the Zen room, which is as quiet and peaceful as it is now.

　　 "The abbot he..." Hui Jue couldn't help asking Fang Xuan a question during this time, but this question made him hesitate to speak.

　　 "White Horse Temple will survive."

　　 Fang Xuan did not answer, but just said this sentence.

　　 One time.

　　 Huijue couldn't stand her feet, and the ground was shaking, and the sky was about to turn over.

how come……

　　 The last thing I don’t want to happen is still going to happen.

　　 "Can White Horse Temple survive?" Huijue whispered.

　　 didn't say anything, there was firmness in his eyes.

　　 He looked at Fang Xuan, "I want to send some people out, they are still young."

　　 Huijue wants to send the juniors like Wutong and Wuming out. He wants to coexist and die with the White Horse Temple, but these juniors are still young and shouldn't bear this.

　　 Maybe they should be rehabilitated.

　　 Huijue thought in her heart.

　　Only in this way will there be life.

　　 The remnants of the White Horse Temple, no one will let them survive. In the end, there will only be one possibility, hiding in the dark, and living the days of being hunted down in the dark.

　　 "Don't do this." Fang Xuan stopped.

　　 The decline of the White Horse Temple, this is the same fact as iron.

　　 There have been countless pairs of eyes watching the White Horse Temple over the past 5,300 years.

　　 If the Baima Temple, once a sacred place of Buddhism and Taoism, still had the ability to transport people away unconsciously, there is no hope now.

　　 Send someone out now.

　　 Those people will be stopped halfway, and there is only one kind of destiny they face.

　　 The hope of sending it out, what they have to face is despair, which will harm them.

　　 "People from that village." Huijue thought of the villages attached to the White Horse Temple. Those people should not be buried here with the White Horse Temple.

　　 "Master Huijue, go and dismiss them."

"good."

　　 Huijue nodded and sighed slightly.

　　 His heart is extremely depressed.

　　 didn't say anything, he turned around and continued to do his own thing.

　　 Fang Xuan looked at his back and shook his head slightly.

　　 He picked up the pen and traced it.

　　 The pen in his hand changed, and it was replaced with a golden brush. This brush was made by the hair of the real Buddha before he became a monk. It is a true Buddhist and Taoist sacred object.

　　 Even the ignorant little novice monks realized something was wrong in the past two days.

　　 "Are we going to the end?"

　　 The strange Wuming sentimental.

　　 Very strange, this little guy has no fear at all. Some are sad. He is sad that the White Horse Temple is about to disappear in history. As for the fear, he has never thought about it because he is with his senior.

　　 Wutong didn't know how to answer, he looked at the White Horse Temple blankly, a little confused.

　　 Most people in the younger generation of Baima Temple are like that.

　　 Only the older monks are always firm in their behavior and doing their own things.

　　 Under the tower.

　　 Fang Xuan wrote something on the tower with a pen, and there were moaning sounds around him from time to time, and it was the cat white moaning without illness.

　　 outlines the last stroke, and Fang Xuan looks at the cat with a white smile.

　　 "Didn't you say you want to leave?"

　　 "The cat, someone, is walking."

　　 Cat Bai stood up like a human and walked for two steps, the cat's claw still held the elbow of the sauce that he didn't know where he got it from.

It rolled its eyes and said, "Someone in the cat was confused and followed you because you taught me the blood finger of the Styx. Fang Xuan, I told you, if that time comes, you should not stay here and follow me. ."

　　 "The cat donor is right."

　　 Huijue came over and said with a smile.

　　 He heard Mao Bai's voice, or Mao Bai didn't taboo him. There was a reason to say it deliberately, and Huijue didn't mind if he heard it.

　　 "We have done all the things you ordered, the benefactor Fang, I think you...you seem to have done well, so hurry down the mountain when you have time now."

　　 Huijue said.

　　 "I will go, but not now."

　　 Fang Xuan’s refusal made Huijue grateful, and it also made Mao Bai go crazy.

　　 Huijue bowed deeply to Fang Xuan~lightnovelpub.net~.

　　 "The monks of the White Horse Temple kept in mind the kindness of the benefactor."

　　 He continued to do his own thing.

　　 In fact, he has nothing else to do. The only thing he can do is to recite the scriptures and pray for the White Horse Temple to tide over the difficulties.

　　 Huijue came to the second floor of the tower.

　　 It's just that he knocks the wooden fish unintentionally.

　　 "Some people in the village below the mountain are unwilling to leave." Huijue looked down at the mountain.

　　At this moment, his Buddha's mind was confused.

　　 Many people in the villages below the mountain are reluctant to leave. They want to stay here and die. Most of them are elderly, but some are middle-aged.

　　 This is the land where they were born and raised, and this is the sanctuary of the White Horse Temple.

　　 "The White Horse Temple protects us mortals. Now the White Horse Temple is in trouble. We are useless but hope to do something for the White Horse Temple.

　　Buddha said that killing would only be karma.

　　 We die here, in the hands of the enemy of the White Horse Temple, this is to avenge the White Horse Temple in disguise. "

　　 "Don’t monks often curse the enemy with blood? If that day comes, I curse the enemy of Baima Temple with my blood."

　　 The people in the White Horse Temple village said this, jokingly.

　　 It’s just that this seemingly joking tone makes people unhappy. The mortals here have their own ideas, and the warriors also have their own ideas. They may be weak, but they know their gratitude and dare to love and hate.

　　 Those who stay may not know what they have to face, maybe they know.

　　 These are unknown, but one thing is certain that they just want to use their own power to do their little work, even that illusory statement...

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